Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.